Old man Wrigley lived in that white houseDown the street where i grew upMomma used to send me over with thingsWe struck a friendship upI spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing

Says he was in the war when in the navyLost his wife, lost his babyBroke down and askedhim one timeHow ya keep from going crazyHe said I'll see my wife and son in just a little whileI asked him what he meantHe looked at me and smiled, said

I raise my hands, bow my headI'm finding more and more truth in the words written in redThey tell me that there's more to life than just what i can seeOh i believe